I Can't Let You Go

Meeting

"So you're gonna stay here?" Kit asked her before he had to leave to the theater. "Yes." She smiled at him. "I hope you have some food." Em adjusted his jacket. "Fridge is full." He stroked her cheek. "You better go before you are gonna late." Em looked to his eyes. Kit leaned closer and gave a kiss to her face. "You don't have to wait me. If you are tired or something just... " he told her. "Kit. Don't worry. Okay?" She laughed. "I feel myself at home."

Kit left her. He walked down on the stairs and he felt himself good. Better than anytime. He got the girl... from now, no matter what is going to happen... he got the girl and he knew he never let her go again. Em was staying in his flat. She was on his t-shirt and boxer. She loved it. She felt his scent. Em looked into the fridge. Kit did not lied it was full. "Okay, let's see" she wanted to cook something. "Music first." She stated and turned on the radio.

See I wanna stay the whole night
I wanna lay with you till the sun's up
I wanna let you inside,
Oh, heaven knows I've tried

I wish that I could let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
I wish that I could let you love
Wish that I could let you love me

She just laughed and started to sing it while prepare everything for cooking. "Wish that I could let you love me" she closed her eyes and sang loudly. "Would you please tell me what are you doing here and where is my son?" It was Kit's father. He stood there. Em shocked and dropped the plate from her hand.

KIT'S BIRTHDAY - 2013

"Em thanks for coming with me. I really don't have patience to my dad alone. Maybe if you be there he won't start his shit." He stopped the car in front of his parents house. "That is what are friends for" she smiled and squeezed his hand. "That house is amazing and big." She looked out from the car window. "Yeah. I know" he smiled. His father still loved to show they are aristocrats. They have blue blood. They are descendants of the royal family. It was always sounds hilarious for Kit. He did not cared about it, but his father see the world... different way. He pushed the doorbell. His mom opened it and she was surprised. "Kit. Dear son" she hugged him. "Why you did not warn me you bring your beautiful girlfriend?" She looked at Emilia. "Just my friend." Kit answered. "Emilia this is my mother, Deborah." He pointed to his mother. "It is so nice to meet you. Kit told me many things about you." Em smiled, she was kind and sweet as always. "Wish I can tell the same" she answered "but he hide you from us." Deborah put her arms around Emilia and guide her inside. Kit laughed behind them. Kit helped Emilia to took off her jacket, and hanged it. "Since when you are that gentleman?" Em whispered to him and giggled. "Emilia darling let me guide you around the house." Deborah said to her. Em looked at Kit and he just nodded. "Son. Your father is at the dining hall."

Kit sighed. He slowly went there. "Dad." He greet him. "At least this year you did not late." He did not even looked at him. He was holding a newspaper in his hand. "At least there are things what never change." He murmured and sat down at the table. "Where is Jack?" Kit asked him. "He went back to Paris. With her under-class girlfriend." David stated without any emotions. Great. Kit thought in himself. Jack ran away. It was quite understandable. Non of them wanted to spend more time with their father, than what is necessary. "And this is our dining hall" Deborah arrived there with Emilia. "Amazing. The whole house. It is so classic." Emilia told her. She was really amazed. She knew Kit came from well-off family but she never thought this. "Baroque not classic" David stood up from the chair and went closer to her. "My apologize." She answered kindly. "Emilia Clarke." She gave his hand. "Sir David Richard Harington." He shook her hand. Em immediately understood what Kit meant when he told her... his father is strict.